When away from the watchful gaze of Blackthorne or outside of the waving wisps of mist in Iromar, Natiya was a different creature. Still suspicious when uncovered by strange wolves such as Ophi, but more ready to find the good in things. Out here they did not know who she was save for the clinging smell of dirt and heather on her fur that bespoke of her home. She had no preference to Glorall or Iromar save that in Iromar she was freer to do more things. Her brother had already made his bold move and now held power - he did not care to tuck her away any longer. Now was the time to prove herself. She had done so, she thinks, and so she had taken a break from the constant vigilance of border duty to enjoy the afternoon.

Whatever Ophi was, she was fast coming to the realization that he was mostly harmless. Either that or the male was very well versed in acting. Hard to tell considering she was less inclined towards it so it was all a guessing game for her. His bold suggestion makes her eyes widen a bit, a gentle smile tugging her lips and her own tail swishing slightly in response. "What kinds?" Glorall had a sparse forest but the cries of seagulls were often higher in pitch and intensity than the robins that nested on the riverside. Iromar was home to a vibrant menagerie of creatures. Herons, Kingfishers, alligators, beavers, and so much more.

Taviora? She had never been. Already she had been to more places since leaving Glorall than the entirety of her life so the idea of visiting another place made her ears prick, a gleam of excitement entering her eyes. "You will take me to Taviora then? And we can find a lark so I can listen to it sing?" Her sweet words are breathless with the urge to go NOW, to visit this place with Ophi. The male was charming, his kindness alluring. Natiya, he says, his tone somewhat breathless it seemed and her ears fell back, a sheepish look on her face though her heart stuttered at the words.

"I do not know what a shaman is but there is a wolf where I live who can speak to ghosts and hear things. Is that the same?" Beltane hadn't smelled of sweet herbs. No, she didn't remember WHAT the female smelled of, only her intense presence and half-kind words. A beautiful flash of confusion on her face as her eyes slip to the sky then back to Ophi but she doesn't question it even if she wants to. How could he possibly get close to the SKY when he was on the ground?